misery claws at her throat, and she chokes on it a vessel full of hope, turned upside down to empty. do the damned ever get their wishes granted ? ❝ there’s not a soul out there — ❞ the sharpness of her voice didn’t betray the bleak void that was enlarging in her chest. ❝ no one to hear my prayer. ❞ people like her didn’t have time to wallow in their remorse, the despondent weren’t made for whatever the saints had planned for her. was she to endure the the poison her sins forever ?
𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙲𝙰𝙻𝙻 — @drakoroleva 💜 / 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛: gimme! gimme! gimme! — abba.
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